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rome streetz & conductor williams - runny nose lyrics

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[intro]
conductor, we have a problem
c+c, bonjour

[verse 1]
now we out in france eatin’ french toast, belstaff trench coat (uh+huh)
pedal to the floor, wh0re, the amg benz float (skrrt)
cartier lenses, dior on my ten toes
from the dirt, i rose, plenty m’s is the end goal
i made ace hole, turn hoes to a money roll
double dough, the hustle left the cuddies with a runny nose
i double buyers and suppliers, seen the powder turn into a solid with pyrex on thе fire
been the flyest, ghеtto myers on my d+ck like i’m brent faiyaz (haha)
she m+st+rbate to my flyers, she admired
the devil can’t stand inside the eye of the messiah (nah)
keep ’em in a hole, they never rise higher
finessin’ you was the goal, you sold your soul to the pied piper (stupid)
sh+t i touch turn to gold, i’m a prime+time rhyme writer
out for the profit, got brolic pockets (uh+huh)
fully invested in the product and the process
you not this (nah), fly obnoxious, to the top, rose a couple notches
king like nas in ’96, you’re novice
your drops’ll never be hot as my sh+t (you n+ggas trash)
elevated from gettin’ my re+up outta mail boxes
plenty hand+to+hand sales, now i’m globetrottin’
designer clothes to the toes, so the hoes watchin’ (uh+huh)
take a fl!ck, it’ll last longer
keep your eyes on your own paper like class, from where they blast on ya (boom, boom)
[chorus]
i had to find a way (uh+huh)
for you bum+ass n+ggas combo, ain’t got the time of day (never)
the money comin’ fast, pr+nto, ándale (cash)
i’m on a paper chase (uh+huh)
i had to find a way (i did)
for you bum+ass n+ggas combo, ain’t got the time of day (never)
the money comin’ fast, pr+nto, ándale (cash)
i’m on a paper chase (uh+huh)

[verse 2]
i’m out to touch plaques that say “platinum plus” (uh+huh)
your favorite rapper’s a pack, i roll ’em up and puff
do you dirty like john cuff (uh)
i come from a line of hustlers that probably sold your mom stuff (haha)
little powder, pebble for a fifty (what else?)
pill for a dub, now my face on channel 60 (haha)
left the game, ain’t looked back, don’t care if it miss me (f+ck)
millions in my future, servin’ fiends in my history
f+ck you n+ggas on the scene, your cd a frisbee
you and your sneakers on lean, watch me style in misery
ain’t no one f+ckin’ with me over conductor sh+t (nah)
we globally gettin’ dockets while you stuck on a sunken ship

[outro]
way down in the jungle deep
the badass lions stepped on the signifying monkeys



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